It was a good thing that the lofty lover had repeated his request for her preparedness - because the first inquiry had gone right over her head. The spritely yet worn young woman listened, of course, or intended to, but so much information overwhelmed her consciousness much like how a myriad of new scents flooded the nose and brain of a canine. The new technology her husband had taught her of, a new planet with new creatures, new power from her training... all of these things, whirling together in an epitome of novelty, and taking her varying attention span by the back of the neck. She was fixated upon the concrete and glass jungle below them, and it was a marvel - even from this absurd height, her multi-layered oculars could detect most of the details of the buildings below, and even a few occupants here and there. Her mouth waters faintly, and she wonders if there was a delectable dish being served below, or a primed game animal that somehow wandered into the clutches of civilization. It was a little absurd, perhaps... but with senses about nine times as powerful as the most developed ones known to Earth, it was hard not to be distracted or intrigued with such possibilities. 

Niukii's second clarification, despite the vicious zephyrs that spiraled about them, makes it to her sensitive tympanum. She tilts her head fifteen degrees upwards in that direction, as if this somehow perfected the faint sound that reached the drum, and gives him a smile as bright as the sun. A curt nod follows, before the complete levity melts from her features as she looks to the ground miles below. Two sets of sharper-than-a-canine's incisors knead her bottom lip, a bit of apprehension prickling up her spine. While it was a perfectly evolutionary fear, she had never been fearful of heights, never experienced vertigo. However, she was still aware of the danger. Niukii had trained her with her newfound resilience (along with a power she had perfected) how to survive this long drop. Still, the thought of jumping wrong, changing at the wrong time, becoming nothing more than a reddish splatter on the pavement... it was sobering. 

She'd forgotten, momentarily, that she was far from alone, and far from unsafe. She was a capable woman, with a capable lover. This mission - or at least, the simple part of landing okay - would succeed without fail. 

She only has the reassurance of the animated heart that briefly appears in her field of vision. She'd answer in kind and with a roguish smile - if she'd even used this technology correctly, that is - before she follows Niukii out of the hatch, jogging the few steps before leaping off with the confidence of an Olympic diver. 

.....

A few instants before she hits the ground, she squeezes the rubber lining of part of her gear, knuckles going white with the force...
And her body and the armor around it ripple with transparent waves before the color of the blue-black rubber creeps rapidly over every inch of it. The impact on the debris of a building, already demolished by her lover's descent, was trivial now. Her rubber body bounces off to the side, which alarms her some, but it's no matter. Once she is mostly grounded, she releases her hold, and her body is once again composed of all different manner of chemicals and compounds. She stands, dusting off her pants as if she'd merely tripped into pre-existing rubble. "Now, where's my beloved gone...?" She comments absently, innocently - as if they hadn't just obliterated a major institution of some kind.